Wheels up

It’s almost time for that Daughter of mine to celebrate her Independence Day. You know ...The 21st Birthday; When Freedom begins to reign...not ring.
When shackles are broken. When Her established belief system is challenged. When her confidence is securely in tact and her true friends bound to her back. It’s the time when liberation meets ones principles, and when legally she can journey in this world without me and the Sports Joc.
In a few places she’s old enough to purchase liquor, weed, and .... crazy that you can buy drugs at 21 but you can’t get a rental car. The foundation to stand sure is beckoning at her feet. I’m slowly turning into a spectator. Her favorite fan, her ride or die, and her fan. It’s the time in my life when I feel most likely to say, “I’ve done the best job that I know how.” I have been blessed. I’ve raised the best of myself for almost 21 years and it’s been a magical blast. That Mother/ Daughter thing helped to define my purpose.

It was the Sports Joc’s idea to surprise her by taking her girly group away for a surprise. All expense paid trip for them to culminate in a place with sand, water, gambling, and he indicated that it could be, “Parent free.”
How surprised I was when she included me❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Phoenix Gandy